Though night birds paid less attention,
In the wake of dark aggression,
Venting your anger like thunder,
As night birds trembled with shock and wonder,
At the sight of those innocent girls in darkness,
A thirsty throat in the wave of nothingness,
Those eyes of the wind saw you,
As those girls cried and pleaded with you.
Take a moment of silence and listen,
To the cry of the Universe riddled with pain.
Those girls are not enemy soldiers.
They are not enemy warriors.
Release them now!
Release them now!
CHRIS MULENGA
NDOLA.
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